Love is in the air
you can’t see it
but it’s there
you won’t find love
under the debris of hate
and racism today
so, shove
that trash aside
and make it go away
love someone
who makes your day
there’s no need
to go astray
and look in dark places
finding dismay
when love is waiting for you
in the light of day
-30-
Thunder and lightning
wait for it…
then raindrops colliding
Howling wind and dark skies
wait for it…
a hurricane arrives
With no apparent threat
wait for it…
the earthquake struck at sunset
The once calm sea
wait for it…
suddenly turned choppy
Bright lights in the sky
wait for it…
stars in an endless supply
-30-
I keep looking behind each door
and around every corner
but I don’t see you anymore
where have you gone?
youth is fleeting
a series of silly and solemn acts
competing
with time and facts
where have you gone?
I look in the mirror
but you aren’t there
hiding behind tired eyes
and lengthy sighs
where have you gone?
enthusiasm and energy
are but a memory
lost in the passage of time
when I was in my prime
where have you gone?
-30-
Plymouth Rock was one big step for immigrants
But Native Americans saw the writing on the wall
Their cultures were being crushed despite being vigilant
And there wasn’t any way to avoid their fate for once and all
Then so-called progress spread from sea-to-sea
and the newcomers began to pollute the country
Modernization
Industrialization
Indoctrination
Civilization
Over population
Automation
Militarization
Violations
Fortifications
The result?
A divided nation
There’s a time to be silent on your road ahead
to listen to your heartbeat
and the words that dance in your head
there also comes a time to speak out
to rage against the machine
and to stand up for truth
without any self-doubt
life comes at us in seismic events
both high and low
and without precedents
there’s no rights or wrongs
only the here and now
told in clever folksongs
-30-
Turn around
Go right
Go left
back again
look behind
look forward
look down
look up
your life
is a circle
of events
that shapes
your soul
-30-
I’m happy as can be
being me
a guy who writes poetry
A wanderer among words
a purveyor of verbosity
I soar into skies of stories
not yet told
in broken sentence safaris
my imagination uncontrolled
-30-
Washed up on the shore of depression
barely sane
a tumultuous soul calls out my name
scratchy screams in the storm
of life
a weary survivor of constant strife
no surcease for my sorrow
no hope for the morrow
but I continue to go on
every dawn
every day
wanting to be okay
-30-
Unbeknown to his doctors
and his family
Brian was deeply aware
his blank stare
a mask
he wore everywhere
inside
he could hear and see
reality
confidentially
-30-
a little girl singing in the spring meadows of your mind
her sweet voice soothing your soul with lyrics
from another time
a little boy playing with a toy on a snowy day
his childish antics in your mind’s eye
from another time
a young woman dancing in a play
her grace and beauty in full bloom
from another day
a young man indulging in harmless horseplay
his powerful muscles straining in the summer heat
of another day
an old woman knitting by a warm hearth of clay
her memories embroidered on blankets
from another day
an old man in a winter pathway
looking for his memories
from another day.
-30-
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